In a vain attempt to try to bring my wardrobe into the year 2014…..
…..I have been reading fashion blogs.
For someone who buys her t-shirts at Wal-Mart….it’s been a little intimidating.
To say the least.
It’s a whole other world of glamorous, stylish people who effortlessly mix florals and stripes and wear at least five bracelets and use terms like “statement necklaces” and “boyfriend jeans”….
….all while perching precariously on six-inch high platform shoes.
But I’ve learned so much.
I’ve learned that everyone should own at least one pair of black jeans and plaid shirts are a current trend and that you can mix menswear with ruffles and a peplum can truly be flattering….
….and everyone should own a blazer.
Absolutely, positively brilliant.
And so I followed the 2014 fashion rules….
….and bought this blue blazer.
I’m not a fashion blogger so I bought it on the clearance rack at an outlet mall and took an additional 40% off without a six-inch platform heel in sight.
It hung in my closet until the other day.
The air was cool and crisp and I decided the blazer needed to embark on its inaugural journey.
I added red pants and a white t-shirt and curled my hair and added statement earrings and my new red lipstick and headed out on the town.
Oh the places we went….my blazer and I.
We went to the shoe repair department and the music store and the library and the drive-through at Sonic for happy hour and aisle seven at the local Wal-Mart. And everywhere we went….people stared at the blazer. Sometimes they would even walk by and look at me….and then look again….
…..as if my blazer and I had left them speechless.
It was amazing.
Overnight I had become a fashionista.
Those fashion bloggers were so right….2014 was the year of the blazer.
I was so buoyed with the success of my wardrobe choices and the expert tutelage of my fashion icons that I spent the entire drive home planning out a variety of future blazer outfits.
Maybe I could pair it with a skirt?
Or I could wear it to a football game with a turtleneck. Seriously. The possibilities were endless.
I arrived home and immediately went to hang up the blazer so it wouldn’t wrinkle or crease. I slid my arms out and carefully put it on the coat hanger and started to tuck it away into the closet…..when something caught my eye.
And stared. And blinked again. And now the reason why everyone had been staring was perfectly clear.
Because there….hanging from the back of the jacket….was the store tag….
….with a giant red 40% off sticker plastered on top.
I realized right then and there that sometimes when life gives you clearance tags…..
…..you have to stop being so clothes minded. 🙂